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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.