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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Motorama,
JFA,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.