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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.