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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.