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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.