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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
AZ,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.