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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.