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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.