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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.