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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.