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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.