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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.