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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.