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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.