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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.