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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.