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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.