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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.