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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.