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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.