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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.