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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
The Litter,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.