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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Section 25,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.