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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.