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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Franke,
Inner City,
World's Most,
ABC,
Interpol,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.