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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.