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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.