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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.