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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.