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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.