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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.