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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.