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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.