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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.