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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
JFA,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.