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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.