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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.