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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.