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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.