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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.