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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.