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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 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?
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.