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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.