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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.