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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.