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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.