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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Marmalade 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Organ,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.