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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.