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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.