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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.