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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.