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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.