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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 spring reverb 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.