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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 a sitar and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Franke,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.