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 Liberia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Television,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.