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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.