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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Wings,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.