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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
UT,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.