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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.