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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.