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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.