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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Fall,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Wire,
PIL,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.