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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.