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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.