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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Franke,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.