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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.