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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.