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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.