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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.