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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.