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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Franke,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.