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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
The Sound,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.