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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.