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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.