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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 the Swans 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.