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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.