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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.