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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.