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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.