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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Scion to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.