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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 UT to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.