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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.