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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.