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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
the Human League,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.