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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.