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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.