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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
The Remains,
the Germs,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.