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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Neu!,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.