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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.