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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cure to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.