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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.