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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.