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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.