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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Fear,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.