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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.