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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.