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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.