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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.