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 Syria and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.