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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Aswad,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.