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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.