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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
10cc,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.