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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.