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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.