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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.