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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.