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 Palau and from Portland.
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 Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Moleskins to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.