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 East Timor and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.