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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.