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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.