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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 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?
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.