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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Nas,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.