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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
New Order,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.