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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Slave,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.