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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.