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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.