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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.