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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.