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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.