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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.