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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
The Index,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.