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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.