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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.