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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Franke,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.