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 Indonesia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.