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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 snare and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.