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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Suicide,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.