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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.