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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.