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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.