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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.