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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.