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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.