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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Neu!,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.