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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.