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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.