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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
DNA,
X-101,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.