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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.