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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.