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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.