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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.