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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
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Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.