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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.