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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 theremin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
X-101,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.