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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Crime,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.