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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 Accra and Madrid.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.