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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.