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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.