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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.