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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Wings,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.