Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.