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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.