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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.