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 France and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.