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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.