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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.