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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.