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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Index,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.