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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Franke,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.