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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.