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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.