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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.