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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.