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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
ABC,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.