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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.