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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.