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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.