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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.