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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.