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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Pagans,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.