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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.