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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.