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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
The Martian,
AZ,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.