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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.