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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.