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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
The Move,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.