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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.