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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
MDC,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.