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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.