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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.