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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Busters to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.