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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.