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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.