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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Audionom,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Excepter,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.