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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.