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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
June Days,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.