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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.