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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Victims to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.