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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Nas,
AZ,
The Remains,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.