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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.