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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.