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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.