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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.