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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.