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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.