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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.