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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.