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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.