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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Saints,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.