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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.