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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.