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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.