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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.