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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.