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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.