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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.