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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Liliput,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.