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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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?
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.