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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.