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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
New Order,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.