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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.