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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.