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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
PIL,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.