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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.