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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Slave,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Japan,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.