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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.