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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
X-101,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.