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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.