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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.