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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
AZ,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.