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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.