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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.