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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Gong,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
PIL,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.