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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.