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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.