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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.