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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.