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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.