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 Belgium 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.