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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.