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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.