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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Organ,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.