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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.