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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.