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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 808 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.