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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.