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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.