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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.