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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Scion,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.