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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.