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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
EPMD,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.