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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.