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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Fear,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.