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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.