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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.