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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.