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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.