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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.