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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.