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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.