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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.