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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.