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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.