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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.