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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Slave,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Mars,
The Move,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.