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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.