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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.