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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.