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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.