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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.