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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.