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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.