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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.