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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.