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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes 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 funk 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 an oboe and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.