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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.