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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
X-102,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.