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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.