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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.