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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.