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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Skriet,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.