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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.