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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
EPMD,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.