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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.