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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
10cc,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.