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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
The Litter,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.