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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.