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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Suicide,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.