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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.