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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.