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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.