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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Visage,
Nico,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.