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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.