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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.