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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.