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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
The Index,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.