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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 Tehran and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.