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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.