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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.