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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.