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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.