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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.