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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.