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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.