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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.