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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.