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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Sonics to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.