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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.