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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.