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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.