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 Belarus 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.