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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.