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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.