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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Television,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
the Association,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.