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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Television,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Scion,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.