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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.