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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.