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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.