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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.