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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Standells to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Wire,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.