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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.