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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Technova,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.