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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.