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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.