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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.