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 Macedonia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.