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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.