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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.