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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.