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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.