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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.