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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Index,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.