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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
the Association,
ABC,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.