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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.