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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.