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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Crime,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
CMW,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.