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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.