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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.