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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.