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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.