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 France and from Spokane.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.