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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.