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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.