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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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?
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.