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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Martian to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.