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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.