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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.