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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.