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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
The Cure,
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Technova,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.