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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Television,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.