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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.