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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.