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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.