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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Television,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Roxette,
Japan,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.