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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.