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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
the Human League,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.