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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.