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 India and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
UT,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.