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 Cyprus 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.