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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.