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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.