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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.