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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.