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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.