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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.