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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.