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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.