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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.