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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.