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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.