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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.