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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.