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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.