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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.