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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.