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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.