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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.