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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.