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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.