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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.