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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.