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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.