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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
UT,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.