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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.