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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.