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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.