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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.