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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.