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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yaz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.