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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.