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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 marimba 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.