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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.