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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.