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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
MDC,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.