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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
X-101,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.