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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.