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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Slave,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.