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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.