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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.