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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Toronto and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.