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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.