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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.