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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.