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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.