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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.