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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.