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 Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Pole,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.