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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.