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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
The Index,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.