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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.