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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.