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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.