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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.