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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.