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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.