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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.