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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.