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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.