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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.