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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.