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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.