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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.