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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Monolake to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.