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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.