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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Selecter to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
cv313,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.