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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.