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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.