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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.