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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.