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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.