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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.