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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.