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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.