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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.