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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B 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?
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.