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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.