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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.