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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Magazine,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.