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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.