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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.