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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Excepter 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.