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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.