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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Scion,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.