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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.