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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.