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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and 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.