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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.