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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.