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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.