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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.