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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.