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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.