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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
the Slits,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.