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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Lalann,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
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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.