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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a sitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.