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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Wings,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.