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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.