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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Wire to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
cv313,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.