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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.