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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.