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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Birthday Party 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.