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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.