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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.