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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.