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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.