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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.