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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.