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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.