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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Zapp,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.