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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.