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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.