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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.