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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.