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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.