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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.