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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.