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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.