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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.