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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.