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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Pole,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.