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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.