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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
UT,
Alphaville,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Index,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.