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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.