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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.