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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.