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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.