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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.