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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.