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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.