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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Searchers to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.