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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.