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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.