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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.