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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.