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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.