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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.