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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.