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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.