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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.