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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Urselle,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.