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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.