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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.