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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.