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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.