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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.