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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.