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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.