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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.