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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.