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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Gong,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.