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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.