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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.