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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Japan,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.