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 Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.