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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
The Move,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.