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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.