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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Can,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.