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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.