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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.