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 Syria and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.