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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.