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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.